“Elfreda has been knocked out,” Nora told him.
“With what?”
“I don’t know, Hippy,” spoke up Grace. “Please go away. This is no place for you. Stand by in case we need you. Where is the guide?”
“He is trying to find out if there are prowlers about here. I think he found someone, for I heard a man yell,” Hippy informed them as he left the tent.
Reviving Elfreda was a matter of only a few minutes after they began bathing her face and rubbing her body. Grace then uttered a sigh of relief.
“What—what happened to you?” stammered Emma.
“Don’t question her now. Can’t you see that she is weak?” rebuked Grace. “Lie perfectly quiet, dear. You can talk later,” admonished Grace, as Miss Briggs indicated that she had something to say. “You girls had better step out and give us a few moments’ quiet,” she advised. “Hippy, if it is prudent, you had better start up the fire,” she called. “We must have light and warm water. Where is Stacy?”
Hippy said he had not seen the fat boy, and then went straight to Stacy’s tent, where he found him still practicing safety first. Hippy dragged Stacy out by the feet.
“Leggo! Wow!” howled Stacy. “Oh, it’s you, is it?” he added. “What do you mean by waking up a fellow like this? Anything wrong?” he questioned innocently.
“Oh, no; nothing at all. Everything is peaceful and quiet. You get out and help me build a fire, and be lively about it, too. I’m not in the mood to trifle with you.”